Next day I paid a visit to a Chancery barrister of my acquaintance whose hobby was mediæval Greek, and who had written a monograph on Aldus Manutius. He examined the thing with delight, pronounced the caligraphy fifteenth century, and promised to write out the contents for me in decent Greek script.

I would've thought they'd at least give you a replacement for that walking shitpuddle you call a wife.

He rode on BART and passed through the Transbay Tube from Oakland to San Francisco.

I'm not happy with this contract. There are too many ifs and buts.